We sat on the firm sand and watched as the sun sets.
“Beautiful.” He whispered.
I smiled and nodded. “Yes, it is. Sunsets are really beautiful.”
“No, it is not what I mean.” He chuckled.
“It's not? Then tell me what is beautiful?” I replied without taking my eyes away from the scene.
“Hmm. As a matter of fact, my eyes glued at this view.” He said as if it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
I look at him to see what he's looking at but—he's dark eyes set on me...and he smiles.
It's like he was staring at me the whole time.
